One of the most beautiful songs of my generation is Cat Stevens' Father and Son. i had a difficult relationship with my father, especially as an adolescent and so when that song came out in 1970 on his album Tea for the Tillerman, it really struck a chord. I have at least one male friend for whom . . .
We can never go wrong asking for protection, especially if we're going through a tough time. Whether we're facing health issues, family troubles, problems on the job--this powerful prayer is appropriate. But we don't have to be going through hard times to want to be encircled by the love of God. A . . .
Let's talk about smiling. And your smile. My mother was known for her broad smile and sunny disposition. Even if it did cover up a boatload of insecurity, sadness and problems, her smile really did make the whole day glad for many. I didn't inherit that bright and happy face. I've had to work at . . .
I was pretty surprised to discover that one of the things required of my studies in Integrated Imagery is nosing around in my own subconscious. Truth is that we all have a lot of stuff hidden away there, like that closet full of good and bad stuff we mean to reorganize one day. I thought I had mine . . .
Excuses. So many excuses for not living fully. For not taking time to dance now. I have to work. I can't take time off. I don't have the money. or I don't want to spend the money. I'm too busy with other things. I don't feel well. I'm too tired. I'm depressed. I'm too shy. Time speeds by. . . .
Lily Dale is an old-timey spiritualist community in western New York state on Cassadaga Lake, just a couple hours from my hometown of Rochester, NY. I came to my interest in New Age well after I'd left Rochester, so I'd never been. But the idea of visiting a community of spiritualists, healers, . . .
Is this what it all comes down to when we're gone? Bags full of clothing donated to Goodwill? Dresses once worn to weddings and graduations. Jeans in rainbow hues, the height of style. A leather jacket zipped close up the front. Shirts and skirts, purses and shoes, angels and candles, all part of . . .
Remember when all those fantastic musicians got together for aid to Africa? Their catchy song, We Are the World, written by Michael Jackson and sung with such soul spoke to so many people all over the globe. We are all part of God's great big family. That's what they sang. Was it true? Were we . . .
Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbon.* How many of us start or end our days with this thought as a daily ritual? Or even consider it at all? I know I don't. But wouldn't it be a lovely practice? So many of us (me included) start some days with the unconscious thought, what . . .
That was the touching response Michael J. Fox had to the death of Muhammad Ali, made all the more poignant by our knowledge that Fox also has Parkinson's Disease. What caught my ear instantly was that last part: so he could be his true self again. Fox knows, as many of us know, that we are not . . .